Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

of noise came in.
Bunches of woman were talking and were wearing vomit green dresses. There was a shade of wear the isle began. It was a white shade. Where was the princess? I stayed in a corner where no one could see me.
“Where are all the guys?” Rigor asked. The ladies looked at him now putting on stockings.
“On the other side of the room,” one girl said. “You can stay on our side though.” Said another and other girls agreed. “I’m going to catch the flowers!” One woman yelled. They all discussed it until Rigor spoke once again.
“No ladies, I’m going to catch the flowers.” They had their hands on their hips.
“Silly Rigor, it’s only for the girls to do, I’m sorry.”
“I had no idea,” said Rigor sarcastically.

After a few more minutes of waiting. I began to get a little into a rush. I wanted this to be over. I wanted this part of my life to be done with. This isn’t the most fun I’ve actually had before. Rigor came up to me.
"I’m going on the other side now.” He said. “Become first in line will you?” I nodded. “Are you ok?” he asked. I nodded again only swallowing hard. I wasn’t ok. I still felt sick; I don’t want to be such an outcast like this. I still felt embarrassed.
“It’ll be fine,” he reminded me. “Be first in line.” He gave me thumbs up. “What about my wings?” I said now remembering that I had them. He looked blankly into the sky.
“Everyone will receive a pleasant surprise this morning I’m guessing.” He began to walk away but I had a huge urge to pull him back.
A man holding a camera came in the room now. “There is five more minutes until the maid of honor has to get out there, where is she anyway?” I raised my hand still staying in the dark corner. “Good,” he murmured incredulously. “Anyway, let me tell you, five minutes, when you hear the music, the maid of honor goes out with the best man. Understand?” I nodded.
This was definitely not going to work out well. The man left the room now and the girls were looking out the shade to the five thousand people out there. “That’s a huge isle.” One woman murmured. “Why isn’t Glytherin smiling? Today is his wedding day; the groom should always be smiling.”
“I think it’s the nerves,” Rigor said at the other half of the room. “We were on the phone earlier and he seemed like he’d been going crazy. The guy’s extremely nervous; I bet you he’s sweating through his bones.”
“That makes no sense Rigor, and plus, he doesn’t look nervous, more exhausted than anything and plus again, he’s not sweating at all.”
Rigor looked out now. “Well, maybe he’s been up all night worrying about being nervous, and now instead of the nerve, he’s being more worry than anything. It all depends on his moods on some days, but now we all know that we are now apart of the princess' wedding. It’ll be extreme.” Rigor looked forward now with his hands before him. He was at the front of the line where I ought to be. But of course, I wasn’t. I was reluctantly waiting for the music to start.
“Rigor, do you know how Glytherin proposed since you know so much about him?” A girl asked.
Rigor hesitated. This was a forced marriage on Glytherin. “Well,” Rigor said. “It was all on a sunny afternoon. Glytherin thought he knew this girl, but of course he didn’t. One day, they fell in love; Glytherin couldn’t take it how much he’d been wanting her. He proposed, but she said no, he asked her a week later, she said no. He asked her a month later and asked so desperately in the moonlight on a terrace, that she said yes." Rigor practically chuckled of this lie. "And that was that. Glytherin put in so much more details because he was in love with this woman and couldn’t hold in his inner thoughts with me.” Now, Rigor looked at me. Everyone turned as well. Was he talking about me? Other than the marriage part, but the non stop talking?
“Really?” I asked in an over-vulnerable voice.
Rigor nodded. “He’d black out sometimes when he talked about her, even before he saw her again.”
“I thought you said that they never met before,” the same woman said. Rigor shook his head. “Maybe I got the story a bit wrong,” he said pulling his pants up and looking straight forward again.
“What a lovely story though, I didn’t think guys could be so sensitive in their words. It’s actually kind of beautiful, that Glytherin loves her so much and is acting so worried.”
That wasn’t the case at all. Glytherin was scared, not in having to get married, but scared in how he was going to spend the rest of his life with this five year older woman.
I wished though, that I’d even have the courage to go out there. I began to feel nauseous again, not that it was because of the dress, but because I knew I couldn’t do this. This was all too much to deal with. When did I get here anyway? I never even expected Glytherin to be so rude to me this morning either.
The man came out again. “Three more minutes you guys, and everything’s been changed by the groom, he wants the maid of honor and the best man to go up last, so Rigor, back of the line partnered up with the girl in the corner.”
The man left. “Yes!” Rigor yelled. “Isn’t that great!?” I nodded now. I could stay in this corner until everyone left first.
The girls looked at Glytherin who was outside. There was a small dinging in my ears now. The music. No! It wasn’t three minutes yet! I had another one hundred and eighty seconds to worry! I needed those seconds! The woman began coming out of the shade. I shook my head vigorously. No, no, no, no, I can’t do this! I breathed deeply now and looked off onto the other side of the small room where I saw Rigor looking around confused as the men's line was slowly shortening.
When most of the woman was gone, I got in line too. Rigor gestured breathing. I knew how to breathe! I wasn’t in labor. I just needed some help. I was panicking and didn’t know what to do. Just then, I felt my heart skip a beat. Stop worrying, everything will be alright…… unless it goes wrong. Rigor was looking at me.
“Are you glowing?” he asked. I looked at my skin. The potion was supposed to stay longer than that!
Another woman went off into the long isle. I saw through the shade how long it was. Rigor and I were supposed to be dressed different than the others. We were different. Rigor was dressed in a white suit instead of black, and then I was dressed in something totally inappropriate for someone else’s wedding.
The line shortened up by another bride’s maid. No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. Rigor locked arms with me and whispered in my ear. “You stopped glowing, that’s good.”
I calmed down now. As long as I wasn’t glowing again. The line shortened now. We were next. I breathed slowly until Rigor finally grabbed me through the shade. Everyone stood up and smiled, all two thousand of them.
They thought I was the princess! The music was a lot louder now. Glytherin gestured them to sit. He whispered something to the reverend to tell them I wasn’t her. Everyone sat in pure amazement. Everyone’s eyes were on me, even Glytherin’s.
That’s all I really cared about anyway. I looked at all of the other people and smiled. I even felt some people touch my wings. I slapped some of their hands away. What the heck were they doing? The walk felt longer the closer we got to Glytherin. He was expressionless.
That was good to me; at least I didn’t have to see what he really felt, unless he had no feelings right now. I hear murmurs through the crowd of two thousand people. “A fairy?” some people were whispering. “What is she wearing if she isn’t the-” I had a sudden urge to walk faster but Rigor kept me walking two miles an hour.
I breathed deeply and let out a faint smile. Now we were there, Rigor separated from me standing next to Glytherin who had his eyes on me even when I did stand next to where the princess was to stand. Then he looked away.
Now, the music played differently. It was more of a gentle sound than anything. It was really beautiful. This was a sign that the princess was coming next. The reverend stared at me for a moment. I glared back at him and whispered, “Is there something wrong?” He shook his head and looked at my wings uncertainly.
“You’re a fairy,” he said. “We were all pretty sure those things were gone.” Now the shade was opening. I wonder how it would be if I hadn’t been able to talk again. This is how it all started out hadn’t it been? I was in ballet, speechless, and then Glytherin came along. He was such a happy person joking around and all. But here, he was serious and sad and wasn’t usually happy to be here.
I looked at Rigor. Lindsay was waking down the isle now and everyone stood up. The music grew louder. She was smiling greatly and wearing loads of unnecessary makeup. Wasn’t that special? Her dress was white and as she looked at the crowd, her eyes quickly turned to me but she only smiled widely.
A man was hooked beside her, her father most likely. I swallowed deeply. Glytherin watched her intensely. This was going to be absolutely special. Three flower girls were holding onto the end of her dress. I looked down and me feet that were swallowed up by my dress.
Rigor looked at me now and smiled and gave me a secretive thumbs up again. Now, once Lindsay was finally standing next to Glytherin, she gave her flowers over to me and sent me a smirk. What was she trying to send off? I took it gratefully. Now, this was the time, this was the time I would have to say objection, or forever hold my peace. I didn’t